The Comprehensive Evolution of American Comics.

Chapter 659 Conflict
Thor shouted loudly. Although there was no equipment to support him, his powerful voice still reached everyone's ears, even though most of them were screaming and running away.

But it was obvious that no one had any reason to lend a helping hand to this god who was unfamiliar with the place. After all, for most people, the prerequisite for helping others was that they were absolutely safe.

This is human nature, not because people are indifferent. No one is obligated to risk their life to help others.

Seeing that the bullets had no effect, the police began to call for reinforcements. These people kept shouting warnings to Thor from a distance, but no one was willing to step forward to pull their injured companion away.

Thor shook his head. He was somewhat disappointed with the warriors in the atrium. At the same time, he was more worried about his fellow tribesman who inherited his brother's divinity. If the other party grew up in such an environment, could he really become an independent warrior?
At least Thor himself thinks this is impossible. It seems that he must find that fellow tribesman immediately and bring him back to Asgard. An Asgardian who grew up in such a bad environment is definitely a deformed child. As the crown prince of Asgard, he has the obligation to cure him.

But before that, Thor must deal with his own mistake first. He must bring the injured Midgardian to the doctor for treatment and not let Asgard's reputation be damaged.

After waiting for a while, just when Thor decided to use some extraordinary measures, a voice interrupted his actions.

"Looks like you need some help, sir."

Thor turned his head and saw a man from the Atrium who looked similar to the gods living in Daluotian. He had a well-proportioned body, and even though he was covered by clothes, Thor could tell from his experience that he must be strong.

Moreover, the opponent's standing posture was quite elegant, and it seemed that he had undergone some training. However, Thor could not tell the opponent's style. After all, he did not know much about the affairs of the atrium.

But generally speaking, according to the standards of the Midgard people, the other party should be an excellent warrior, and the most important thing is that he has the courage to talk to him.

"Yes, warrior." Thor said with a smile. He was never stingy with his friendliness towards those who were brave, not to mention that he really needed help.

"I need a warrior who can show me the way, but I am unfamiliar with everything in this country. Could you please help me find a doctor? The man under my feet needs treatment."

"I think I can help you with this little favor." Yang Le responded with a smile, but he stretched out his finger behind Thor and continued.

"However, you may need to deal with the upcoming little trouble first."

Thor turned around in the direction of Yang Le's finger and found a burly man in a one-piece tights walking towards him, pinching his wrist with a malicious smile on his face as he walked.

It was obvious that the other party was here to cause trouble. Thor retracted his smile and calmly asked the man who was approaching.

"What's the matter with you?"

"What's wrong with me?" The burly man in the tights laughed. "You're the one in trouble, kid. I don't know where you came from, but this is America, and you have to follow the rules."

"I know I made a mistake, and I'm trying to make amends." Thor remained calm despite the other party's ridicule. "But your people have been pestering me, and even though I actively cooperated, I only received sneak attacks and attacks."

"What you want to do is none of my business," the burly man in tights interrupted Thor. "If you have anything to say, go talk to the judge. I'm only responsible for sending you bastards to see them."

The burly man was about to strike, raising his fist and aiming it at Thor's face. This sudden attack clearly indicated he was aiming for a decisive blow. Thor calculated the speed of his opponent's punch and concluded that it was indeed much more powerful than his previous, outdated, live ammunition weapons, which piqued his interest.

Under normal circumstances, Thor would not recommend fighting with the other party, but at this time when there was something important to do, he obviously could not act willfully for his own interests.

It's better to end this quickly, Thor thought as he started to move. Although he moved later, he was one step ahead of the strong man and hit the other's face with his right fist.

"boom!"

It was like hitting a sandbag. The strong man who was full of energy in the previous second was knocked flying in the next second. The crowd didn't even see how the strong man flew out. After a loud noise, they only saw the strong man falling on a police car.

The police car let out a metallic scream and then collapsed powerlessly on the ground. Now even the policemen fled, including the policeman who fell to the ground, covering his hands and screaming in pain, and he also quietly crawled out of the battle circle.

'Don't ever find me, don't ever find me!'

With this thought in mind, the policeman crawled slowly in one direction, praying that no one would notice him, but things often do not go as one wishes.

Just when the policeman was about to escape from the battle circle, a pair of sneakers suddenly appeared in front of him, and a cheerful voice rang out at the same time.

"Mr. Policeman, I see your hand is also broken. Why don't you let me and this gentleman take you to the hospital together?"

Looking at Yang Le who was helping him up with a cheerful smile on his face, the policeman wanted to die. Just when he was about to curse, Thor, who had just dealt with his opponent, came over.

"I've taken care of this, do you have anything else to do, Warrior?"

"Me too, sir." Yang Le waved his hand. "But I think this police officer is a bit pitiful. Why don't we take him with us? What do you think?"

"It doesn't matter to me." Thor said expressionlessly. He really didn't care. It was just like playing a game. When you are controlling a high-level character on the road to complete a task, would you care about a low-level monster on the side of the road?

Obviously not. Not only is it a waste of time, but you won’t get anything good even if you swipe it. It’s better to avoid it and save yourself the trouble.

Moreover, Thor himself is an open-minded person, so he naturally doesn't care about the previous actions of the policeman. In short, Thor never cared about this policeman from beginning to end, it was just that the local people unilaterally hated him.

"Bang, bang!"

Thor looked back and found that the burly man in tights who had been knocked down by him had stood up again. Although he looked very embarrassed and was gasping for breath, he had indeed stood up.

"That's a really powerful punch." The man grinned.

(End of this chapter)